Title: Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Henry Lawson
Author: Henry Lawson
Editor: David Widger
Release date: August 16, 2018 [eBook #57706]
Most recently updated: July 7, 2019
Language: English
Credits: Produced by David Widger
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## WHEN THE
WORLD WAS WIDE ## JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES ## ON THE TRACK ## OVER THE SLIPRAILS ## CHILDREN OF THE BUSH ## WHILE THE BILLY BOILS ## THE RISING OF THE COURT ## VERSES POPULAR AND HUMOROUS |
ANOTHER OF MITCHELL'S PLANS FOR THE FUTURE
MITCHELL DOESN'T BELIEVE IN THE SACK
AN ECHO FROM THE OLD BARK SCHOOL
THE SHEARING OF THE COOK'S DOG
Note: Only the prose stories are reproduced here, not the
poetry.
| PAGE | |
| THE PORTS OF THE OPEN SEA | |
|---|---|
| Down here where the ships loom large in | 1 |
| THE THREE KINGS | |
| The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thus:— | 5 |
| THE OUTSIDE TRACK | |
| There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay, | 8 |
| SYDNEY-SIDE | |
| Where's the steward?—Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do— | 10 |
| THE ROVERS | |
| Some born of homely parents | 13 |
| FOREIGN LANDS | |
| You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun,{viii} | 18 |
| MARY LEMAINE | |
| Jim Duff was a 'native,' as wild as could be; | 22 |
| THE SHAKEDOWN ON THE FLOOR | |
| Set me back for twenty summers— | 25 |
| REEDY RIVER | |
| Ten miles down Reedy River | 28 |
| OLD STONE CHIMNEY | |
| The rising moon on the peaks was blending | 31 |
| SONG OF THE OLD BULLOCK-DRIVER | |
| Far Back in the days when the blacks used to ramble | 35 |
| THE LIGHTS OF COBB AND CO. | |
| Fire lighted, on the table a meal for sleepy men, | 39 |
| HOW THE LAND WAS WON | |
| The future was dark and the past was dead | 45 |
| THE BOSS OVER THE BOARD | |
| When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,{ix} | 48 |
| WHEN THE LADIES COME TO THE SHEARING SHED | |
| 'The ladies are coming,' the super says | 52 |
| THE BALLAD OF THE ROUSEABOUT | |
| A rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land—or none— | 55 |
| YEARS AFTER THE WAR IN AUSTRALIA | |
| The big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free, | 60 |
| THE OLD JIMMY WOODSER | |
| The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar, | 67 |
| THE CHRIST OF THE 'NEVER' | |
| With eyes that seem shrunken to pierce | 69 |
| THE CATTLE-DOG'S DEATH | |
| The plains lay bare on the homeward route, | 71 |
| THE SONG OF THE DARLING RIVER | |
| The skies are brass and the plains are bare, | 73 |
| RAIN IN THE MOUNTAINS | |
| The valley's full of misty cloud,{x} | 75 |
| A MAY NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAINS | |
| 'Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin, | 76 |
| THE NEW CHUM JACKAROO | |
| Let bushmen think as bushmen will, | 78 |
| THE DONS OF SPAIN | |
| The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, | 81 |
| THE BURSTING OF THE BOOM | |
| The shipping office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff— | 84 |
| ANTONY VILLA | |
| Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens, | 90 |
| SECOND CLASS WAIT HERE | |
| On suburban railway stations—you may see them as you pass— | 96 |
| THE SHIPS THAT WON'T GO DOWN | |
| We hear a great commotion | 99 |
| THE MEN WE MIGHT HAVE BEEN | |
| When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me{xi} | 101 |
| THE WAY OF THE WORLD | |
| When fairer faces turn from me, | 103 |
| THE BATTLING DAYS | |
| So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content, | 105 |
| WRITTEN AFTERWARDS | |
| So the days of my tramping are over, | 108 |
| THE UNCULTURED RHYMER TO HIS CULTURED CRITICS | |
| Fight through ignorance, want, and care— | 111 |
| THE WRITER'S DREAM | |
| A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar; | 113 |
| THE JOLLY DEAD MARCH | |
| If I ever be worthy or famous— | 121 |
| MY LITERARY FRIEND | |
| Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine, | 125 |
| MARY CALLED HIM 'MISTER' | |
| They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he'd come,{xii} | 127 |
| REJECTED | |
| She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; | 130 |
| O'HARA, J.P. | |
| James Patrick O'Hara, the Justice of Peace, | 134 |
| BILL AND JIM FALL OUT | |
| Bill and Jim are mates no longer—they would scorn the name of mate— | 138 |
| THE PAROO | |
| It was a week from Christmas-time, | 142 |
| THE GREEN-HAND ROUSEABOUT | |
| Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!—you don't know what it means. | 146 |
| THE MAN FROM WATERLOO | |
| It was the Man from Waterloo, | 151 |
| SAINT PETER | |
| Now, I think there is a likeness | 155 |
| THE STRANGER'S FRIEND | |
| The strangest things, and the maddest things, that a man can do or say,{xiii} | 158 |
| THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION | |
| Pat M'Durmer brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten: | 162 |
| THE BOSS'S BOOTS | |
| The shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;' | 168 |
| THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH | |
| As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, | 174 |
| BILLY'S 'SQUARE AFFAIR' | |
| Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate, | 181 |
| A DERRY ON A COVE | |
| 'Twas in the felon's dock he stood, his eyes were black and blue; | 185 |
| RISE YE! RISE YE! | |
| Rise ye! rise ye! noble toilers! claim your rights with fire and steel! | 187 |
| THE BALLAD OF MABEL CLARE | |
| Ye children of the Land of Gold,{xiv} | 190 |
| CONSTABLE M'CARTHY'S INVESTIGATIONS | |
| Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders | 196 |
| AT THE TUG-OF-WAR | |
| 'Twas in a tug-of-war where I—the guvnor's hope and pride— | 205 |
| HERE'S LUCK! | |
| Old Time is tramping close to-day—you hear his bluchers fall, | 208 |
| THE MEN WHO COME BEHIND | |
| There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard— | 211 |
| THE DAYS WHEN WE WENT SWIMMING | |
| The breezes waved the silver grass, | 214 |
| THE OLD BARK SCHOOL | |
| It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes | 216 |
| TROUBLE ON THE SELECTION | |
| You lazy boy, you're here at last, | 220 |
| THE PROFESSIONAL WANDERER | |
| When you've knocked about the country—been away from home for years;{xv} | 222 |
| A LITTLE MISTAKE | |
| 'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' | 225 |
| A STUDY IN THE "NOOD" | |
| He was bare—we don't want to be rude— | 228 |
| A WORD TO TEXAS JACK | |
| Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how I laughed | 231 |
| THE GROG-AN'-GRUMBLE STEEPLECHASE | |
| 'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble | 237 |
| BUT WHAT'S THE USE | |
| But what's the use of writing 'bush'— | 242 |
| Portrait of the Author | facing title page |
| The Lights of Cobb and Co. | title page |
| My Literary Friend | page xvi. |